Chapter 52
In the chairman's office, Ping An stood beside the desk, his face a little pale.
Cheng Xiangheng looked at the latest financial statements without even looking up, and said to Ping An calmly, "I'm a very traditional person and don't like new things. Just make me a cup of tea."
His cold attitude made Ping An inexplicably relaxed.
"Okay." Ping An agreed and turned to go out to prepare.
As soon as Ping An's immediate superior saw her, he asked her to receive Cheng Xiangheng and even suggested that she be Cheng Xiangheng's secretary.
Hearing that Ping An had worked in this company for a long time and that his business scope was related to finance, Cheng Xiangheng naturally had no objection.
But Ping An didn't want to have too much contact with Cheng Xiangheng. No matter how many difficulties Cheng Xiangheng had, what happened that year had left her with a huge psychological shadow. Therefore, when she saw Cheng Xiangheng's face, Ping An couldn't calm down and do anything.
Now that Cheng Xiangheng's becoming the new leader is a foregone conclusion, she thought about resigning, but if she resigned there would definitely be a window period. Ping An has no spare money and has to support a student, which is really stretched.
After brewing the tea bag, Ping An placed the tea in front of Cheng Xiangheng nervously.
Cheng Xiangheng glanced at Ping An, then at the tea, said nothing, and continued to look at the documents with his head down.
Ping'an tensed for a moment. She knew that Cheng Xiangheng actually preferred plain water when he was younger, which was why she had deliberately placed a small tea bag in the water. But they had been separated for eight years, six months, and three days, so she didn't know if his preferences had changed in that time.
Cheng Xiangheng had been reading documents. The office was eerily quiet. Ping An didn't dare tell anyone what had happened. She just hoped that Cheng Xiangheng could see her and ask her to get out of the office immediately.
At this moment, Cheng Xiangheng closed the document, looked up and asked Ping An some financial details. Ping An's mind was blank and he answered subconsciously.
Suddenly, Cheng Xiangheng frowned, and Ping'an realized that he had just asked if he could live in her house, and she immediately refused.
Ping An quickly tried to make amends, "My house is small and shabby, and I'm a girl, so it's inconvenient. Mr. Cheng, you're so rich, why don't you rent a house in the city?"
A trace of worry crossed Cheng Xiangheng's face, as if he was genuinely worried about himself. "I haven't heard of any particularly good houses recently, and I'm also afraid of being alone. Every time I'm alone, I have nightmares at night and can't sleep well."
Cheng Xiangheng's eyelashes drooped slightly, and his thick eyelashes completely covered his eyes, making it difficult to see the expression in his eyes. From Ping'an's perspective, he looked pitiful.
Ping An didn't expect that Cheng Xiangheng would also have the same problems as himself, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
Cheng Xiangheng seemed to feel embarrassed, his hand rubbing the pen in his hand nervously: "I know this is a bit disturbing, but you are the only relative I have in China, and I really don't know what to do... Sister, can you please not tell these things to others? I really have no other choice, so I came to you for help."
Ping An felt a little embarrassed after hearing this: "I definitely won't tell anyone else, but... I don't want to have another person in the family."
Ping'an has long been accustomed to living alone, and she doesn't want anyone to disturb her anymore.
The air in the office fell silent again, and Ping An felt suffocated. "I'm really sorry, Director Cheng, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first."
Ping An almost ran out of the door, so he didn't see Cheng Xiangheng's face suddenly turn cold: "Sister can let others go to your house casually, but I can't, right?"
The sky outside was gloomy and it seemed like it was going to rain again. Ping'an rejected Wen Zhi's invitation to have dinner together. She bought some spicy hot pot and beer and wanted to go home and relax.
A lot has been happening recently, and she needs an emotional outlet so as not to have a breakdown in front of others.
When I got home, it was raining heavily outside.
Ping An tried hard to ignore Ma Mei who was standing in the dark corner, and drank beer in small sips.
The beer was of very low quality and had a high alcohol content. Ping An felt double vision after just two sips, so she quickly ate two mouthfuls of spicy hot pot to suppress the feeling.
Unfortunately, the alcohol was not enough to make me think of the past.
If it had rained in the past, she would have definitely crawled into Cheng Xiangheng's bed, and then, while he wasn't paying attention, she would have snuggled into his arms.
Cheng Xiangheng's embrace was warm and broad. Although he was half a year younger than her, she felt as if the whole world was embracing her when he held her.
It’s a pity that he hates hugging her. It must have been very hard for him to endure it for so long.
Tears flowed from Ping'an's eyes. She wiped them away, poured herself another glass of wine, and drank it directly.
Cheng Xiangheng explained to her what happened eight years ago in the car, but he did not tell her which of the things he said to her at that time were true and which were false.
Not only eight years ago, but even now, she couldn't tell which words Cheng Xiangheng said to her were true and which were false.
Sometimes Ping An even feels that the world he lives in is not real because it is so painful.
Ping'an stood up and took off his clothes while walking into the bathroom.
Because of the heavy rain, there was not enough hot water in the old and dilapidated house, so Ping'an took a cold shower. She wiped her wet body casually. Because she was drunk, she forgot to blow dry her hair and lay down in the quilt shivering.
It seemed like the tears would never stop flowing, and Ping An felt like he was suffocating.
In fact, she didn't hate Cheng Xiangheng that much now. After all, Ping An was a huge burden back then. She was already very grateful that he had supported her for six years.
But she also knew that so much had changed in their current identities, status, concepts, and that night, and they could never go back.
Baisui was now sitting beside her bed, staring at her with his eyes drooping out of their sockets.
Ping An gently touched Baisui's head, but found nothing. Tears streaming down her face, she asked, "Bai Sui, are you blaming me? But I've tried so hard to stay away from them."
Ping'an's gaze slowly fell on his wrist, where there was a very ugly scar, which was extremely unsightly.
She pulled her sleeves down as if she were scalded, afraid that she and others would see it.
"So ugly... so ugly... so ugly..."
Late at night, Ping An developed a low fever. Knowing that no one would come to take care of her if she was sick, and that she would be the only one to suffer, she tried to get up and take medicine the moment she realized something was wrong with her body.
After swallowing the antipyretic medicine, she couldn't get the water at hand. Later, she didn't know what happened, but she swallowed the warm water together with the medicine.
Ping'an lay back on the bed. The faint sound of a hair dryer could be heard. Her head felt hot, and the coldness that had been enveloping her body was gradually dispelled.
Finally, Ping An dreamed of Cheng Xiangheng eight years ago. He sighed and took the initiative to hold her in his arms.
No matter how she struggled, he held her.
Ping An started to cry again, but this time, his tears were licked clean with great care, leaving no trace.
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